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It was a dream or, perhaps, the filmwork of a mind Nevertheless, the voice I heard in that darkened room was reminiscent of mine The sound was if it had been present all along As though it had reawakened in the barrenness of time and space and mind But the words evanesced before I could…

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Four Seasons

Spring It takes constant effort to feel cold at the beginning of spring’s eve An ever-tumbling self amid the coming of the equinox But that frigid air has been inhaled before I have felt my lungs expand and believed it meant different Flowers adorned with frozen droplets, gelid rays of sunlight Like minds know what…

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